(Revised)
Above the blue sky, a titanic hand covered the wilderness and blocked the sun. It began to stir up the wind, exerting an infinite and boundless power that made all creatures fear upon seeing it.
Moreover, on this giant hand, countless bolts of lightning flickered, shaking the sky and sending out a terrifying aura. This aura was both dreadful and destructive, a violent force that could easily tear space apart. Its momentum was overwhelming, astonishing to witness.
This was genuine lightning. Its electric arcs flickered like sharp longswords, bringing with them an unstoppable destructive power. They represented the purest destructive power between heaven and earth and were not merely illusions conjured by runes.
Compared to this, the thunderous radiance of the man seemed like child's play and was not worth mentioning.
Can the light of a sparkling worm compete with the splendor of a bright moon!?
"Hum..."
"Hum..."
